Short stories

Alone

Ana lay on the floor where he once lay, the warmth that was once there was gone all that was left was a small fragile girl who loved a man not worth loving. She would soon come to regret not being a wake not being there to watch him go. Go after some woman she probably didn't know, but she would have to deal with not knowing for some time till it was too late, too late to hurt him too late to make him jealous the way he made her and most of all to late to tell